


Pizza, a Movie, and...an Attempted Kidnapping?

by Pogokitten



Category: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Genre: Attempted Kidnapping, BAMF Peter Parker, Babysitting, Brother-Sister Relationships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Gen, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Protective Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Lives
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2021-01-16
Updated: 2021-01-16
Packaged: 2021-03-13 22:46:58
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,504
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28785921
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pogokitten/pseuds/Pogokitten
Summary: “Tony. We’ll be fine,” Peter tells the man for what must be the tenth time in the last half hour.Peter’s sitting on the couch of his and May’s apartment and building Legos with Morgan as they both watch their father’s methodical, yet anxious, pacing. He’s dressed to impress, as is Pepper who is watching the scene slightly exasperated.“Are you sure? We can ditch the gala, kid. Just say the word,” Tony offers, halting in front of his kids.Or: Tony and Pepper leave Peter in charge of Morgan while they go to their first gala since the third snap. Peter is expecting a calm night in with his adopted sister, but some thugs throw a wrench in his plans.
Relationships: Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Tony Stark
Comments: 26
Kudos: 362





	Pizza, a Movie, and...an Attempted Kidnapping?

“Tony. We’ll be fine,” Peter tells the man for what must be the tenth time in the last half hour. 

Peter’s sitting on the couch of his and May’s apartment and building Legos with Morgan as they both watch their father’s methodical, yet anxious, pacing. He’s dressed to impress, as is Pepper who is watching the scene slightly exasperated. 

“Are you sure? We can ditch the gala, kid. Just say the word,” Tony offers, halting in front of his kids. 

“No, you and Pepper should go. You two haven’t been to a fancy party since...well,” Peter leaves the sentence unfinished, averting his eyes from Tony’s flashy red and gold prosthetic arm peeking out of his suit jacket. 

It’ll be the first public appearance of Iron Man since the reverse of the Vanishing and the final battle for the universe with Thanos. The battle where Tony Stark snapped to save them all and nearly lost his life in exchange. In the months following, Tony recovered from his near fatal injuries and the loss of his arm while the world struggled to deal with the return of the Vanished. 

Pepper has been stressing the gala’s importance for a few weeks now. It’s more of a benefit than a regular party, where Pepper is hoping that she can convince the rest of the social elite to contribute to Stark Industries’s relief efforts for the returned who still need resources and help after five years of being dead. 

But Tony is being his usual overprotective self and is worried about leaving his kids. As a stay at home dad he was rarely away from Morgan, and Peter had been dead barely five months ago. It’s not helping that most of the Avengers and their friends will be at the gala as well, while May and Happy are off having a date night. 

Peter puts on his most confident face. “Me and Morgan can hold down the fort here, right Mo?” 

“Yeah! We’re going to play Legos and Spider-Man and watch movies! It’ll be super fun, Petey said so,” Morgan tells him sagely. 

“Well if Petey said it, it must be true,” Tony’s lips quirk to the side, pulling at the scarring on his face. 

“ _Mr. Stark,_ ” Peter whines. 

Tony’s expression softens and he sighs. “Alright, alright. We’ll…we’ll head out then.” 

Peter grins a bit when his super hearing picks up Pepper’s _soft thank god, finally_. 

“Have fun, Mommy and Daddy!” Morgan shouts as she jumps up and hugs their legs. 

“Doubtful baby, but thank you,” Tony chuckles as he pets her hair. 

“Thanks, Peter. We shouldn’t be any later than eleven, alright?” Pepper says, kissing his forehead, and Peter feels his face heat up. 

“Yeah,” he manages. 

“Be good for your brother little miss,” Tony warns before turning to Peter, “Here kid, money for take out. Bedtime at eight thirty and make sure she brushes her teeth before. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do-”

“And don’t do anything you would do,” Peter finishes with a slight smirk. 

Tony rolls his eyes and ruffles the teenager’s hair playfully, causing Peter to squawk in indignation. The four of them exchange hugs before Pepper manages to corral Tony out the door. Peter holds Morgan up and the two wave goodbye from the apartment window while their parents climb into the car. 

Peter has watched Morgan a lot since he was first introduced to her at the Avengers medical facility where Tony had been rushed to. With Tony in a coma, Pepper running SI coordinated relief efforts, and Happy and Rhodey busy with clean up from the final battle, Peter and May were the ones to look after the youngest Stark most of the time. Peter of course instantly fell in love with Morgan when on their first meeting she had clambered into his arms, called him her brother, and told him Spider-Man was her favorite superhero. 

But this would be the first time that Peter had ever watched Morgan at his apartment. Usually they were at the secluded lake house that only a handful of people knew the location of or on occasion, the newly re-bought Stark Tower. Still, barely anyone knew anything about Morgan Ho Stark. All the public knows is that Tony Stark has a daughter. Not a single picture, not her age, not even her name.

Even less of them know about Peter, and Tony’s joint guardianship over him. 

So in Peter’s opinion, Tony is just being a bit paranoid. Not that it isn’t warranted, but still. 

Peter shakes his head and turns to Morgan. “What do you feel like for dinner, squirt? Pizza, sandwiches from Delmar’s, or gold leaf encrusted caviar since I’m pretty sure your dad was freaking out and handed me like, a thousand dollars?”

“Pizza!” Morgan giggles and sticks out her tongue, “I want mine with cheese and olives and none of your mushrooms.” 

“What did mushrooms ever do to you?” Peter asks, mock offended. 

“They’re stinky and squishy,” his sister says, nose wrinkled in distaste. 

Peter sets her on the couch and pulls out his phone to call the pizza place. “Harsh. Alright, one cheese pizza with olives coming up.” 

Thirty minutes of playing with Legos later, the doorbell rings and Peter goes to retrieve the pizzas. He makes sure to give the girl a generous tip since Tony handed him so much money.

“Alright Morgatron, what’s our movie for tonight?” Peter asks when they’re settled with their dinner on the couch, bringing over the bin from the front closet where he and May keep all their movies, “ _Alice in Wonderland_? _Lilo and Stitch_? Or something newer? _How to Train Your Dragon 4?_ _Up 2_?” 

Morgan digs around in the box for a bit while Peter scarfs down his pizza. After a few minutes she lets out a sound of triumph and brings the DVD over for his inspection. “This one! It’s got a cat-bunny on the cover.” 

“ _My Neighbor Totoro_? Sure,” Peter laughs a bit, “That was one of my favorites as a kid.” 

He pops the DVD in and they get comfy under blankets, watching the movie while Morgan picks at her pizza and Peter devours his own. It’s warm and nostalgic, making Peter think back fondly on being squished between Ben and May on this very couch watching movies every Saturday night. 

“Petey, does the lake have a forest spirit?” Morgan asks part way through the movie after the sister characters have had their nighttime adventure with Totoro, eyes wide with childhood wonder and innocence, “There’s lots of big trees and stuff.”

“You never know, Morgs. Next time I’m at your house we can look for one,” Peter tells her with a smile. He’s met gods, wizards, and fought aliens. A forest spirit wouldn’t be that out of place, but he doubts there’s one hanging out in upstate New York of all places. 

Morgan looks excited by the prospect, her eyes shining as she looks up at him with absolute trust and adoration. It makes a lump form in Peter’s throat and he pulls the girl closer into a tight side hug. He loves Morgan so much it hurts sometimes. He never thought he’d have a sibling. Peter’s parents died before they could give him one and May and Ben were never able to have any kids of their own. 

Peter’s having a nice time, with a full belly and warm from where his sister is laying against him as he watches one of his old favorite movies with her. Ever since the final battle with Thanos, he treasures these peaceful little moments even more than he already did. So of course, because he’s got Parker Luck, it doesn’t last. 

They’re about ten minutes from the end of the movie and coming up on Morgan’s bedtime when Peter’s spider-sense goes off, a sharp hum of _danger is approaching!_ He startles from his slumped position on the couch, dislodging his sister from where she’s still cuddled next to him, almost asleep. 

“Petey?” 

All his body hair is standing on end, tingling running up his spine. He pulls Morgan up against his chest and turns off the TV, straining his enhanced senses desperate to figure out what the threat is. At first all he can hear is his own quick heartbeat and Morgan’s sleepy breaths slowly growing faster as she realizes her brother is scared. 

He shuts his eyes and listens. There’s the sounds of the neighbors and the building itself. Someone cooking down the hall, another person singing in the shower a floor down. Water and gas hissing through pipes behind the walls. Noises farther out on the streets, cars, people, stay cats. 

Then he hears it. Heavy coordinated boots, the static of ear pieces, and gruff voices from outside coming steadily closer. The scent of sweat and gunpowder reaches him and Peter knows the people closing in on his apartment building are armed and dangerous. 

There’s a crackle of comms and then Peter hears a gruff voice. _“We’re almost there, Chief. ETA about five minutes.”_

 _“Good. Remember in and out, no witnesses,”_ someone (the Chief, Peter assumes), responds. 

_“Sure this is gonna work?”_ a different voice asks, sounding slightly nervous. 

The first voice laughs. _“Stark likes to pretend he’s got an iron heart, but he’d give up anything for his kid. I guarantee he’ll give us what we want. She’ll be an easy grab, all the Avengers are at that charity thing.”_

Peter sucks in a sharp breath. They want Morgan. And somehow, they know she’s here and think that anyone who could protect her is away. He doesn’t know how they know or who they are, but all that matters is that _they want his sister_. 

“Peter?” Morgan asks again, voice small and scared. 

He looks into her deep brown eyes full of fear and trust and feels his panic settle slightly. Those men think that Morgan is unprotected, but they’ll be in for a nasty surprise. They have no idea that Morgan has a superhero for a babysitter. Spider-Man won’t let _anyone_ touch her. Even if it kills him. 

“Morgan, I need you to listen to me very closely. Some very bad people just surrounded the building. So I need you to listen to me and be super brave, alright? Can you do that?” Peter asks her, keeping his expression and tone as calm as possible. 

She looks up at him with wide terrified eyes, and his heart clenches. “Y-Yes.” 

“Good girl,” Peter praises, picking her up and carrying her to the closet in May’s room.

He lifts her up high, setting her on the shelf near the ceiling, pushing aside several old shoe boxes. It’s a tight squeeze but Morgan will be well hidden in the dark corner. Peter knows from experience that nobody ever looks up. This hiding spot served him well through many games of hide and seek. 

“Alright, you’re gonna hide in here and stay quiet. Until you hear me, Daddy, Mommy, or even any of your uncles call for you, don’t come out. No matter what else you hear, okay?” the teenager tells her and Morgan gives him a shaky nod. 

Peter sprints to his room to retrieve his extra web shooters and the nanotech holding jacket for the Iron Spider Suit. He rushes back to his sister and helps her into it, the large hoodie swamping her small frame. 

“Karen, Pill Bug Protocol,” he tells his AI.

As soon as Peter zips the jacket up to her chin the nanites rush out to cover Morgan in a miniature version of his armor. She startles slightly and the huge glowing eyes of the suit blink down at him in confusion. 

A month ago, Peter had hacked into the Iron Spider to add some of his own coding without Tony’s knowledge. He’d made it so that the suit would recognize and allow specific people to wear it, like May, or in this case, Morgan. Only as armor of course, none of the weapons systems work but it makes for one hell of a shield. It’s almost as bullet and blast proof as Tony’s Iron Man suits. 

“Karen, use the Iron Spider to keep Morgan safe by any means necessary, don’t let her try to deactivate it either. Call Tony and tell him a group of men have surrounded the apartment and I’ve hidden her in the crawl space of May’s closet. Call the cops too,” he commands, voice steadier than he feels. 

“Of course, Peter. Are you going to hide with your sister?” the AI asks. 

“No, I’m gonna take care of this.” 

Morgan sounds close to tears from inside his armor. “But Petey, what about you? Without your suit-!”

“My powers don’t come from the suit, and you need it more than me. It’ll protect you while I go stop the bad guys,” Peter tells her with as much confidence as he can. 

“Peter...don’t go,” his sister whimpers and Peter’s heart clenches again. 

He squeezes her tiny metal encased fingers. “I’m sorry, Mo. I have to protect you. I’ll be okay. Spider-Man always saves the day, right?”

He hears the men finally storming the front of the building and shuts the closet door, giving Morgan a reassuring smile even as his heart is pounding. She lets out a little cry of fear and it feels like his heart is being shredded. Peter hates that she’s scared, that he has to leave her, but Karen will keep her calm, maybe even patch her through to her parents. 

Peter heads back out into the living room, mind already calculating. From what he can smell and hear, he’s counted five men armed with handguns and a few semi-automatics. Thankfully nothing that smells like a bomb or chemical weapon at least. 

He takes a deep breath in and out. Peter has taken on much more than a handful of mercenaries. He fought in the war for the fucking fate of the universe. This is nothing. 

Time to get to work. 

Without his suit Peter’s got a slight handicap and only has his bare bones extra web shooters. They’re one of the first sets he made, ones that don’t have any of the special modes he’d made with Tony, like his taser webs or the grenades. But they’re better than nothing. He does miss Karen’s steady presence though. 

The boots are pounding up the stairs so Peter puts his slapdash plan into place. He slaps his spare web shooters to his wrists flicking off all the light switches and webbing them up until the apartment is in darkness thick enough to heavily impair anyone without enhanced sight like himself. Then he shoots a few trails of his webs to block off the hallway to May’s room, making it impassable for two hours without his dissolving fluid. 

Even if they somehow take Peter out, there’s no way they’ll get to Morgan before the cops and Avengers get here. 

He lays a few sticky traps on the living room floor as well. With any luck they’ll step into them. He feels a bit like Kevin from _Home Alone_ as he does it, but these guys are no Wet Bandits. Rushed plan as set as it will get, Peter leaps silently to the ceiling and clings there.

Peter doesn't have to wait long before the first man kicks in the apartment door.

The five of them file in, forming a tactical semi-circle. Thankfully, even with the dim light of the hallway leaking in somewhat, it’s still pitch dark in the apartment. As a unit the men shuffle slowly into Peter’s home, guns drawn and steps light. All of them are wearing ski masks, and Peter catalogs them. One very short thug, one tall skinny one, two regular size dudes, and the beefy leader. 

“Shit it’s dark in here. We shoulda brought flashlights,” Skinny mutters. 

“I can’t get the lights on, something is covering the switch,” Shorty reports, sounding disgusted from touching the webs.

“Doesn’t matter, the kid’s in here somewhere. Jackson’s watching the fire escape, they can hide but they can’t run. Kill the babysitter when you see him. No witnesses,” the leader orders. 

Normally, Peter would jump into the fray with a quip, but these guys came to take and hurt his sister, so Peter isn’t in the mood. The first guy doesn't even have time to react when Peter strikes. He shoots a web over the thug’s entire face and uses a second strand to yank the man up to the ceiling, webbing him to it. Thug One struggles uselessly, screaming nearly inaudible behind the gag. 

“What the hell was that?” Thug Two asks, and Peter webs the gun out of his hands before sticking him to the floor with another shot. 

The thud of his body is enough to attract the other three’s attention and the smallest, and apparently most trigger happy guy, sends a few rounds off towards where the noise came from. Thankfully he manages to not hit his teammate or Peter, but the flash of the muzzle illuminates the room enough that they catch a glimpse of Peter on the ceiling before he scrambles for the cover of darkness again. 

“What the fuck is that thing?!” Skinny shouts, voice high pitched with fear. 

Their comms crackle to life. _“What is going on?”_

“Something was on the goddamn ceiling!” Skinny cries back, sounding like he just saw something out of _The Exorcist_ and Peter would laugh if this weren’t so serious. 

Before the guy on the other end of the comms or any of the three baddies can respond to that, Peter swings down on a web, planting his feet into the Skinny’s sternum and sending him crashing into the wall hard enough to go through the drywall. Peter winces, May is gonna be pissed. 

He jumps away again when his spidey-sense buzzes, dodging a few more bullets sent his way. Again, they thankfully don’t hit anyone, but they do add even more holes to the apartment walls and shatter a table lamp. Peter holds back a moan. May _really_ liked that ugly lamp.

“Stop you idiot! You’re gonna fucking hit one of us!” 

Shorty does finally stop at that, practically growling curses under his breath. He takes a few steps forwards, hand reaching for a wicked looking tactical knife on his belt, but stops short when he stumbles into one of Peter’s sticky traps. He strains, trying to pull his combat boots out of the web and ends up getting his right hand stuck in the process. 

“Are you shitting-?!” Peter webs Shorty’s other hand and mouth shut before he can finish the curse. 

Peter then follows it up with a quick kick to the head, sending Shorty’s unconscious body falling awkwardly to the ground, webbed as he is. 

“Tanner, Report!” the leader demands.

Shorty, Tanner apparently (and seriously are these guys dumb enough to use their real names?), doesn’t respond seeing as he’s currently knocked out and probably concussed. 

The leader curses, spinning around wildly with his gun still up. “Jefferson, Alberts, Zebroski, report!”

Considering the various states of webbed and unconsciousness none of the other men reply either. 

Figuring the police will be here soon, Peter decides it’s time to wrap up the fight. He webs the gun out of the leader’s hand and springs down to be right in front of him. The mercenary throws out a blind fist, which Peter dodges easily before punching the man’s nose. To his shock, the guy doesn’t go down but he does yell out in pain before throwing another punch which Peter also evades. 

“What the hell are you?!” the leader calls, eyes darting around, trying to find his attacker in the darkness. 

“A pissed off big brother,” Peter growls. 

He reels back, and punches the asshole in the face as soon as the words leave his mouth, letting a bit more of his spider strength into the act this time. The _crack_ of the thug’s jaw breaking is almost satisfying. He goes down like a sack of bricks, head hitting the floor with a dull _thunk_. 

With all of the men in the building down, Peter just takes a moment to breathe. He shakes his hand out and leans forward on his knees as the adrenaline starts to fade. The reprieve doesn’t last long however, as the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs catches the superhero’s attention. Caught between an adrenaline crash and a new rush of it into his bloodstream, Peter doesn’t even notice the lack of spider-sense warning as he twists and strikes out blindly. 

To his surprise, his fist is caught in a metal hand.

“Hey, kid! Same side, hi it’s me!” Iron Man says, helmet retracting to show his mentor’s concerned face illuminated by the blue glow of the arc reactor. 

Peter sags in relief. “Tony.”

“That’s my name. Are you okay? Where’s Morgan? And why is it so dark in here?” Tony asks, grabbing his shoulders and looking him up and down. 

“I’m fine, she’s safe. Still in May’s room. And I, uh, turned the lights off to blind the baddies.” 

“Quick thinking, kiddo,” Tony grins but it’s strained, “Let’s get her out, yeah?”

Peter bobs his head. “Yeah, on it.”

He runs back to his room to retrieve the dissolvent spray which he quickly uses to free the light switches and to open the hallway back up. When Tony opens the closet door, Morgan jumps down into his arms with a sob. Karen retracts the Iron Spider Suit, returning it to a baggy hoodie clinging to the tear stained five year old. 

“It’s okay Bambina, Dad’s here. I’ve got you, you’re safe,” Tony soothes, wiping the tears from her cheeks. 

“I was so scared, Daddy!” she wails and Peter’s heart breaks, “Peter said there were bad men coming...and then he p-put me in his suit...Ms. Karen was trying to talk to me b-but I was crying too much!”

Tony murmurs more reassurances to her, sending Peter a pointed look that he knows means there’s a lecture about hacking his suit and fighting without it coming his way eventually. 

“You don’t have to be scared anymore Princess, your brother got all of the bad guys before I even got here,” Tony tells her and Morgan turns her big tear bright eyes to Peter.

“Are you okay, Peter? I heard lots of b-bangs and yelling, but I didn’t come out like you said.”

“I’m fine, Mo. You did a great job staying safe. I know it was scary but you were so brave,” Peter praises brushing the hair back from her face gently. 

His sister gives a tiny smile at that, but before she can say anything else, metal footsteps pound on the floor and suddenly Pepper is bursting into the room in her Rescue Suit. 

“Oh, Morgan! Peter!” she cries, taking her daughter from Tony and pulling Peter into an almost painful embrace. 

“Mommy!” Morgan shouts with a fresh wave of tears.

“Thank God you’re both safe. When Karen sent us that distress signal I…” Pepper trails off sounding choked up. 

“We’re okay. I took care of it,” Peter tells her, still crushed in the suit assisted hug. 

“I know Pete, you just sort of scared all of us. We rushed here as fast as we could,” the CEO sighs. 

“Oh jeez, the gala. Is it-?”

Pepper cuts him off kindly. “I could give less of shit about the gala right now, honey.” 

“That’s a bad word, Mommy,” Morgan interjects and Pepper smiles down at her bit bashfully. 

“Yes, but Mommy is old enough to use bad words. Come on baby, your uncles are outside and very worried about you,” Pepper sighs carrying the little girl away, deactivating her suit. 

As soon as Pepper and Morgan are out of the apartment, Tony rounds on Peter. “Now, what the hell were you thinking taking on five heavily armed guys at once?! Without a suit?!”

Peter glares a little. “I was thinking that I needed to save my little sister. And that I could take on five baseline thugs easily. I’ve fought way worse. You know I have.”

Tony seems to deflate at that, gauntlet covered hand coming up to Peter’s cheek. “I do know, but I need both my kids safe, Pete. I lost you once, I’m not doing that again.” 

The teenager leans into his armored hand. “I was fine. These guys were nothing.” 

“Yeah, real amateur hour thankfully. Just a handful of dumbasses with some good intel,” Tony snorts, deactivating his suit and throwing an arm around Peter’s shoulder while leading him from the damaged apartment. 

“Did you get-?”

“The idiot in a white van down the street running the op and the guy on the fire escape?” his mentor interrupts with a slight smirk, “Yep.” 

When Tony starts to lead him out of the apartment building all together, Peter raises a questioning eyebrow at him. 

“We’re going to the tower. FRIDAY already told May what happened and sent for Happy.”

Outside it seems like the whole of the Avengers are clustered around Pepper and Morgan. Most of them are giving her words of reassurance and comfort, like Bruce and Sam, while Rhodey and Vision speak with the police who seem to have just arrived. When he and Tony join them, they pat Peter on the back and praise him for a job well done but he’s honestly too emotionally and physically worn out to care. 

A few of the cops enter the building and one brave soul approaches Tony with trepidation. 

“Mr. Stark I know they’ve had a rough night, but I need to speak with the kiddos about what happened.”

“We’ll have the kids give statements tomorrow morning,” Tony waves the cop off. 

The officer frowns. “Mr. Star-”

Tony gives the guy a flat glare that has him paling. “Look pal, I’ve got two traumatized kids that need some comfort and it’s past the little miss’s bedtime. We’ll swing by the station _tomorrow_ , end of story.” 

With that Tony ushers his little family towards the car, where Happy is waiting for them. All four of them squeeze into the backseat. Peter and Morgan in the middle, his sister on his lap with Pepper on his left and Tony on the right. Peter finally lets himself relax as Morgan curls into him, both of them safely sandwiched between their parents. 

It’s quiet aside from the rumble of the car and the adults’ quiet murmuring, so it’s not long before Morgan slumps more fully against him. Peter feels himself starting to fall asleep too, tucked away in one of the safest places in the world. Fully crashing from the fight, Peter holds Morgan tighter and leans all his weight against Tony’s side. A calloused hand teases through his hair in response. 

“Spider-Man always saves the day,” Morgan mumbles into his chest and Peter drifts to sleep with a smile on his face. 

**Author's Note:**

> I'm not completely satisfied with this fic, but I'm tired of messing with it so here it is. I think that Morgan and Peter could have a had a really heartfelt relationship in the MCU but it's Hollywood so we can't focus on family relationships, only romance sells or whatever.
> 
> Also I know we never learn what Morgan’s actual middle name is, but I like to think Tony named her after Yinsen who made everything possible.
> 
> Well either way, I had some fun writing this little story that wouldn't leave me alone until I finished it. Feel free to let me know what you think! 
> 
> [Come say hi on tumblr](https://pogowrites.tumblr.com/)


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